A Few of LoBaido's Favorite People

Leah! Author of "How to Run 3,000 Miles in One Year or Less."



Erin, my friend, wife of Phil, true inspiration for this Blog and the Mayor of Narniaville. Says Erin, "Can you imagine what it must be like for me to have to look in the mirror every single day at how gorgeous I am?"



Bianca on Volcan Pecaya, Guatemala, Christmas Day of 2004. (We got lost on the way down.)



KK, Anthony's identical twin sister



Kristen. Says KK, "Anthony, to be quite honest, I feel lost without your Blog."

Welcome to Narniaville: Anthony 101

They say everyone needs a reason to get up in the morning. Well, I have a great one! I wake up every day and wonder what I can do to help someone else feel special. I never get sick -- ever. It’s like that film Unbreakable. I sleep alone, read my Bible, listen to the Christian radio station and pray that Paris Hilton will accept the offer to play Mother Theresa in the definitive Bollywood film about that great Saint. My mother taught me, “Anthony, never be unkind.” That is my touchtone. I do impersonations of everyone from The Simpsons to Afrikaners to people from Ireland to Dr. Ruth.

I had the perfect childhood and the best parents. I almost died when I was a baby but I grew to be strong and fast. I played wide receiver on our State Championship high school football team and made a diving catch in the end zone at Homecoming. I grew up on the beach at Fire Island and it was like living in a fantasy novel. My mother was gorgeous like Jackie O. or Queen Rania of Jordan. My father was the strongest, toughest and most Christian man I’ve ever known. Any and all of the good that’s in me I owe to my parents. When they died a part of me died and sometimes a week would go by on Ambergris Caye, Belize without my saying a single word to anyone, such was my grief when I lost them.

I own three pairs of shoes, I don’t wear a watch, no tattoos and I detest men in earrings more than words can express. I am a leader and never a follower. My favorite colors are red, sky blue and khaki. If all else fails I know that I can always turn to the French Foreign Legion. I’ve had the chance to learn combat tactics from some of the best Special Forces soldiers on Earth, from Willem Ratte to Bert Sachse to third generation SAS. I tell their stories, because they trust LoBaido, Anthony C. to tell them.

I know that God hates violence, violent men and that we are to defeat evil with love, not with more evil. That said, some kinds of evil have to be destroyed, such as Maoist extrapolations such as the Khmer Rouge and “Year Zero.” I detest liars and cowards, which seems to summarize the character of so many of The West’s cultural, intellectual, academic, military and political “leaders.” The transnational elite who have sold out our nation(s) like the cheap, greedy, corrupt, weak, pathetic, restless, worthless whores they are. And it is our courage, our kindness and our love which makes us better than them, and will always make us better than them. And they know this, which is why deep down, they are so filled with fear and dread that the nightmare they have created is already falling apart even as you read this. Their sleep at Murder Inc. is not sweet.

I have studied Spanish, Korean and Afrikaans. My favorite movies are The Robe, (everything I’d like to be as a Christian) Sixteen Candles, (I will always be a nerd) and of course The Bourne Identity/Supremacy, (to LoBaido, Anthony C. its about the Apostle Paul holding Steven’s coat, how God is the Lord of the present, past and future, and if we try so, so hard to fix our past sins and help others, no matter what the cost, God will in turn help us and recalculate our destiny!) Breaker Morant (I will always be an Afrikaner and I should have lived during the Anglo-Boer War, not in postmodern times) and Cinderella Man (during our fiery trials we often think God has abandoned us that we’re going down but really we’re going up! And when Russell Crowe’s manager asked, “Where the hell have you been Jimmy Braddock?” during the third round of the Corn Soldier Boy fight my life literally changed on a dime in that singular moment.)

I don’t know how my electric can opener works or how to get the internet turned on, and I didn’t know what a debit card was until just last year. I don’t own a TV. Right now I am working on a TV/Internet/Mobile journalism/adventure pilot, up to 14 hours per day, every day for the past eight weeks. It is going to be amazing and I am terribly excited about it. You’ll see.

I spend a lot of my time taking care of Sonya. (Picture a very pretty, very angry Faith Hill.)

I sleep with the light on after nightmares and sometimes I watch Rudolph’s Christmas Special during the summer. I love The X Files and if I am Agent Mulder as a journalist then Luther Eeben Barlow was my Cigarette Smoking Man. (He even made me tea at his home in Pretoria, not once but twice.)

My favorite song is “Collide” by Howie Day, and it is so beautiful I sometimes listen to it ten times in a row as though it were merely once.

I worry I won’t see your face light up again
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
You finally find you and I collide …

I’ve found I’m scared to know I’m always on your mind …
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the stars refuse to shine
Out of the back you fall in time.
You finally find you and I collide.

Don’t stop here
I lost my place
I’m close behind

Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills your mind
You finally find you and I collide

You finally find you and I collide …

You finally find you and I collide …

My friends all all totally insane but they will probably tell you that I am the crazy one. Don't listen to them! To start, there's KK, my identical twin sister.

Then there's Leah! Sometimes Leah! will get incredibly frustrated with Erin and Anthony and wave her arms up and down and scream, “Listen to me!” (Yes, this actually happens, because Erin and Anthony are both completely crazy and out of control most of the time.) And then we both stop talking and just laugh hysterically. The three of us are pretty much inseparable.

Leah! is the ultimate obsessive compulsive in every way imaginable, from what she eats to how clean she is to how she has to give you a complete laundry list of everything she has to do that particular day in order to get to one specific answer you may need. I call her “The Rain Woman,” and when she delves into her high functioning autistic routine I say, “Leah! it’s raining again … let it rain.”

One thing you have to remember about Leah! is that she likes an (!) written after her name. She runs ten miles everyday. I think she thinks she's Forrest Gump or something. Please see en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Forrest_Gump

Now, on a serious note, Leah! almost died from leukemia. She has battled against a disease called “idiopathicthrombocytopenia.” (I am the only person other than her family to have bothered to learn this term.) She was so sick and from 5th through 8th grade and could not go out for recess. (Her story reminds me of “Laura Jakes,” whom I went to Catholic School with.) Leah’s! mother is a nurse, her father is an engineer and her parents love her very much. She was so sick as a child and they rearranged their entire lives so she didn’t have to live at the hospital. That’s the kind of people they are. When she tells me about how sick she was it hurts so much … the details of the leukemia … I have never been sick a day in my life since I was a baby, outside of the malaria and a few days on Isla Mujeres from the air conditioning.

When we (Erin and Anthony) met her she was this quiet Norwegian girl sitting in the corner, so studious, not saying a single word, getting up for work everyday at 5 a.m., with her hair all up in bobby pins. And then one day, tired of sandbagging us, she turned into Grey. And Leah! is a very talented artist painting and drawing like you can’t imagine. And what an ego … I mean, she wants to take on Jennifer-Michelle and you know what, she can and she does.

Speaking of Jennifer-Michelle, Leah! will tell you that Jenny is “The most beautiful blonde” around here. (Leah! also says Erin is beautiful just about every day. That’s how Leah! is. But when she goes off on Erin and Jenny and Jenny's clothing it’s just hilarious, and borders on vicious. Kind of a Panda dressed up as a Koala. She has VERY, VERY sharp claws.)

Jennifer-Michelle is a very talented photographer … everyone worships her, and Drew said, “Look around here at all of these beautiful women … and Jenny is right at the top, but the best thing about her is that she’s so down to Earth, just like she’s some ole’ gal, like anyone else, when she’s anything but. And she’s really smart too.”

Jenny wows us with her fashion sense, and speaking of her outfits she told me she’s “A fabulous dresser with a keen eye for detail.” (Picture Claudia Schiffer as “Jane” in a Tarzan movie.) We call her “Barbie” or “Claudia.” Leah! calls her “Wedding Time Barbie.” I also call her “Erin’s ego personified.” Jenny is smart enough to keep a safe distance from Erin, Leah! and Anthony but I think deep down she is only a hair’s breath away from joining our cult. Jenny and Leah! are at least civil to one another when they have to be.

Star Wars also play a larger role in our lives than you might imagine. For example, Leah! is obsessed with Jabba the Hutt for some odd reason and Tony Larussa called the other day asking Phil to try out for the St. Louis Cardinals with the hope he might be “Wookie of the Year.”

Erin and I talk about all manner of things, how she prays at night, her parents, heaven, hell, her DNA, her 300 pairs of shoes (Imelda Marcos move over) and how certain jeans make her “look like she pooped in her pants.” We talk about so-called global warming, genetically modified foods and the Unified Field Theory. She’ll call me when she’s driving or when she’s sick, even at 11 p.m. on a Sunday night. She’s like a little sister to me. We tell each other everything and I do mean E V E R Y T H I N G. Although sometimes I shout “Overshare!” and she shouts “TMI” or “Too Much Information!”

Then there's Drew, who is a great kid who takes care of his mother, who has breast cancer.

Along that line, there is Andrea. Andrea will always call me when she’s in a crisis … when she broke her shoulder blade … when she is overwhelmed with her mother’s brain cancer (my boss, Ellie was also very kind to her) or when she needs advice about Ryan. She looks like Liv Tyler but always acts, (along with Jennifer-Michelle) like she’s just some ole’ gal. Did you know my parents wanted to adopt two girls and wanted to name me "Andrea?"

Above all remains Erin, a.k.a. Dora the Explorer, kind of a Reese Witherspoon on steroids. She and Leah! call themselves "The LoBaido Blondes." Erin works the cafeteria at lunch, (for some reason whenever she walks in the introduction to "Disco Inferno" comes on) giving high fives and saying things like "Wooo Hooo!" and "Way to Go, Erin!" (Yes, this actually happens.) She only wears pink and basically Leah! and Anthony battle it out for just who loves Erin the most.

Erin is always out of control and hysterical, pointing at her "icy blue eyes" and saying "Anthony, look at my eyes, they are like gorgeous blue icy crystals, can't you see them?" and "Anthony, here, look at my makeup mirror, here, can't you see it has my initials on it. Hold it! Hold it!"

And so, here we are ...

LoBaido at Victoria Falls

Who's the Baby?

This is one of the best photographs I've ever taken, or so they say.

Ambergris Caye, Belize

I took this photograph one morning after lifting weights at the gym.

LoBaido on the Chobe River

I took this photograph in Botswana

Random Things Reprised

Shortly after Hana and KK found me in Lago Atitlan, Guatemala, I decided that I would wait for the girl of my dreams to walk right up to me and whisper in my ear, “I’m going to marry you and I’m going to have your babies …”

Yes, it would have to be that obvious. I know that’s a high standard. I believe, as Dr. Korpi once told me while we were in Belize, that “dating is merely training for divorce.”

Actually this wasn’t a wish or even a prayer. It is just something I asked the Lord for … that kind of a standard. I know it sounds crazy, but that was my request.

Only a retard would clean someone else’s toilet bowl

What good are Christmas and Easter if we don’t wish to walk with the angels and follow Jesus Christ every other day?

What good is Valentine’s Day, without daily reciprocation, truth, peace, honor, courage, kindness, support and love?

I want everyone to know that I am almost sickeningly happy!

Weekly Celebrity Letter

From now on, each week Anthony C. LoBaido will write a letter to a celebrity. I will of course post responses. Responses already in hand include those from President Bush Sr., Senator Bob Dole, Mother Theresa, Willie Aimes and two former members of Menudo

This week’s letter goes to Jeri Ryan …

Dear Ms. Ryan,

My name is Anthony C. LoBaido. When I was in Farmington, Mo. last summer I saw a woman in the Great Wall of China Mart there who looked just like you. She looked at me like I was the best thing since sliced pizza. (Apparently I am berry, berry cute-uh).

Yes Jeri, I immediately told the woman I was with about this, but luckily I was not left stranded there, or had things thrown at me or was threatened (yet again) to be cheated on or punched in the face, or left alone for three months and then for another two months or made to walk home 6 miles in 14 F weather till 10 p.m. without one sip of water because I was not enthusiastic enough about watching the film What’s Eating Gilbert Grape or some idiot TV show like American Idol.

I assure you NOTHING like that happened. I wouldn’t want you to feel badly.

I also wanted to tell you that my beautiful late and sweet mother Viola was gorgeous, like Queen Rania of Jordan. One day while we were watching TV (which rarely happens, I mean, I don’t even own a TV and don’t want one) she saw you on some really stupid random outer space show (that we only watched cause of you!) and she said, “Anthony, Jeri Ryan is so perfect, she almost doesn’t look human.”

You know what, Jeri? You are the only woman my mother ever commented on. The only man she ever commented on was Victor Mature in The Robe, and that’s only because he tried to help Jesus.

Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that. Also, I don’t like the way you are portrayed on TV with Boston Public or in that film Valentine 2000 or was it Vampire 2000? I can’t remember. You’re too good for that.

What’s most important is that as my mother Viola really liked you, I want you to only accept classier roles. In fact it would be best from now on if you and your agent cleared your roles with me first. Also I heard you married a U.S. Senator and got involved with something horrible. What’s that all about?

One more very, very important thing. After I saw this woman who looked like you in the Wal-Mart I immediately went to White Castles. You know their jingle, “What you crave?” Well, after you eat there, you’ll only crave a toilet. It’s really true. Even Leah! said so.

Kind Regards,

Anthony C. LoBaido
St. Louis, Mo.
(I mean, "Narniaville")

P.S. Also, never eat at Rally’s cause its really gross ...

P.S.S. Erin said to say “Hi” and “Woooo Hoooo.” She does that a lot. She’s very, very crazy and possibly insane.

Next Week’s Celebrity Letter

Burt Reynolds or maybe Jaime Farr.

Leah’s ode to Erin

“Anthony, Erin is very, very crazy and possibly insane.”

Leah and her ode to Anthony!

“Anthony, you are very, very crazy and possibly insane.”

Paris Hilton vs. Mr. Slave reprised ...

You know how on South Park they had a “Whore Off” between Paris Hilton and Mr. Slave? Well, Erin and Anthony are going to have a “Crazy Off.” All around St. Louis, Mo. people are running around waving their arms and saying “Crazy Off!”

Erin and Anthony have individually and collectively reached a level of craziness never before seen in the State of Missouri. And NO alcohol has ever been involved … that would actually be kind of frightening. But Erin said she gets kind of like a “B” when she drinks so … We will stick to Kool-Aid. Hey Kool-Aid!

On Rachel and the TV/Internet/Mobile Pilot

The night before last we put in such long hours on my TV pilot. Rachel was a star. I always bring both she and Shawnese dinner and then we get to work. She’s also falling in love with a few of my photographs. They are the sunset in Thailand and then the Nepalese woman building the brick wall.

Rachel is the finest editor imaginable and I have worked with some great ones, like Kyle and the girl who edited Anastasia for Disney.

“I think this is great,” she told me. “I’m sick of all the crap on TV. Anthony, your show represents everything why I got into this business in the first place.”

The stories are so beautiful and touching and amazing … not because of Anthony, but because of Steven, Super Lu, the refugees, those who help the puppies and the kittens, KK and many others.

As I’ve said, it’s like the first Rocky movie … only the cast and the crew knew how great the movie was going to be, no one else in the industry did.

Although I’ve been told not to say this on air, I can say it here; it’s Touched by an Angel meets Survivor meets Temptation Island. Only you don’t have to wait for angels to visit you … the people you meet are already angels – like Heather and the CSI-Guatemala man, Stephen and the others. You go and visit the angels.

It’s not like Survivor in the way that you don’t win a cheeseburger over a tug of war contest … you’ll travel with Anthony to dig out the dead and you’ll venture into a society riddled with contract (even flippant) murder, Satanic ritual killings (left over from Satan’s hold on Guatemala via the Mayan’s paganism) to defend the weak.

Yes, there’s a gorgeous island, Isla Muejeres in the Yucatan. But in general terms, the only temptation you’ll face is to close your heart to some of the most beautiful stories imaginable. Evil will smile at you and you’ll just smile back.

When you learn how much others have overcome (KK and Zoe) you’ll be better able to let go of your past. When you see how much others have lost, you’ll be thankful for what you still have. When you see how happy people are with so little, you’ll have to take an inventory of your own personal possessions.

And along the way, you’ll encounter the most amazing collection of people imaginable … from Hollywood to Ridley Scott to a hard core missionary to Anthony’s identical twin sister and … so much more .

I have been working on this TV/Internet/Mobile pilot day and night, driven like you can’t imagine. It’s become all consuming. And to think the only support I had in the beginning was that it was “a lie” and the bid was “sent to (me) by mistake.

People say that they are sick of all the evil and the filth on TV. Well, now is their chance to see how beautiful TV can be. I think of “Goodbye, Farewell and Amen” on M*A*S*H, St. Zack on Picket Fences and “The Spirit of Liberty Moon” on Touched by an Angel. Or Extreme Makeover or Three Wishes … it’s going to be special.

And I can’t even imagine the amazing stories that I could do with the network behind me … Little Angels in South Africa and so, so many others … It’s like Kerry told me, “Anthony, you know this is (bleeping) going to happen).

Please continue to pray for me … that I might continue forward and that all the darkness I encounter along the way would be vanquished. It’s a lot more work than I ever imagined and my first major project I the Digital Age. But in the end it’s going to be worth it. People will cry … tears of joy.

There are a few out there that I want to prove wrong. That drives me to walk in the rain and snow, and to stay up late at night working on the script … Jesus Christ said that a person’s own worst enemies would be those closest to him or her. He was correct.

Of course there are many others whom I want to make proud of me … and when I think about them, I can’t help but smile.

Legionnaire Erin storms Dien Bien Phu

Yesterday we had a mini-blizzard here in St. Louis, Mo. I spent the better part of the mid-morning traumatized from an idea Erin relayed to me. Actually this might have been Phillip’s idea but I can’t be sure. They have become one person we call, “Phlarin,” apparently it is some kind of genetic mutation.

How this all began … the harp music strums and the screen gets all blurry …

I received a phone call early in the morning …

The conversation went like this:

“Anthony, what are you doing?”

“I’m lying down.”

“Why?”

“Erin just called.”

“And you had to lie down? Anthony, Oh-My-God, what did she say to you?”

“She told me about a holiday to replace Valentine’s Day.”

“Tell me …”

(This cannot be repeated on this Blog or anywhere for that matter, but what I can tell you is that half of it involves a steak. Yes, like from Outback).

“Oh My God! That’s hysterical.”

Yesterday Erin only told me to “shut up” one time (which she made good use of). Then she went to her boyfriend’s house to bake cupcakes. (Still can’t tell you what she calls them). We talked about her holiday idea and then about the so-called “End Times.” She also explained why she enjoys yelling at me. (Like everyone else apparently!)

After that I had to visit with the Vietnamese cooks she had berated last week. Their self-esteem was terribly low. She actually told them her name was “Ellen” just so she could make fun of them when they said her name “correctly.” Like Kim Jong Il in Team America.

I told you she might be the Antichrist!

Clever girl!

I’ve been thinking lately about how whenever Erin’s around the theme from “Disco Inferno” starts up and she works the crowd while giving everyone a high five.

I was considering that song as the theme for her wedding.

But then I got a better idea …

The theme from Star Wars! Phillip has a degree in Microbiology from Duke University and at his age he still has Star Wars toys in his room. What could be a better wedding song?

One of the Vietnamese cooks said to me, “Tell Erin (remember he thought he was saying ‘Ellen’) to tell Phillip to bring in that monkey from Star Wars!”

(I think they want to cook it or something).

You know, it takes A LOT to make me angry. But I love Phillip because he’s a part of Erin. I love Erin and if she loves Phillip then I must love and defend him … and his Star Wars toys by default.

So I said, “Well for your information, it’s not a monkey … It’s a Wookie!”

And then I left, disappearing back into the blinding snow.

It is true that I feel a certain kinship with the Wookie, having traveled to the Himalayas to look for the Abominable Snowman or “Yeti,” meaning “Man Bear” in the Tibetan language.

See …

Nepal: Strategic Ally of the West
http://worldnetdaily.com/news/article.asp?ARTICLE_ID=26511
Nepal's Royal Bloodbath
http://worldnetdaily.com/news/article.asp?ARTICLE_ID=26521
The Gurkhas: Britain's Himalayan Mercenaries
http://worldnetdaily.com/news/article.asp?ARTICLE_ID=26578

Quotes of the Week

Mr. Li: “Love make people the crazy!”

From 1984: “Scrumptious delicacies are available … in the bowling alley”

Person X: “You leave out parts of your stories.” (Re: Why the police had to come over)

Ladue Police Sniper: “I actually enjoy dressing like I’m ready to invade Poland.”

Person A: “They always try to make the Nazis look bad.”

Person A: “At least I don’t mainline heroin.”

Person A: “Was your grandmother hot?”

Person X: “No, she’s dead.”

Person X: “Damn Presbyterians.”

Person X: “I can’t believe you almost ate the out hole.”

Mr. Li (during Pictionary): “The Unbearable Lightness of Bean!”

Jennifer-Michelle on the most important thing in her life: (Take one guess)

Special Note A: Apparently “Jennimer is NOT a limmeral.”

Special Note B: Having visited Australia, I know that koala’s are not bears. When I randomly shout, “I am bear!” it is true that sometimes I may mean I am a koala but in that case it should be inferred that I am actually a marsupial. Now what would you rather run around saying, “I am bear!” or “I am marsupial!” See!

Special Note C: Special thanks to my friend from Rhodesia (yes, Leonardo Dicaprio and I both still call it that!) for all previous support. And now Kevin Woods is finally free!

The Fire and Sand of Moses

I was thinking about Samuel and Saul. Absolute power corrupts absolutely and we all need someone to be accountable to.

We know that women and children ruling the streets is a sign of judgment from God. (Lamentations). We look at our society and we see how it has slowly been enslaved by Hugh Hefner, Gloria S., Big Pharma, Freud, Darwin, the ideals behind the French Revolution, Communism, Marx, Hegel, Kierkegaard, the Occult and Harry Pot Head, never ending wars, economies of evil, shallow spiritual leaders, all the forces of good under attack, the spirit of Antichrist on the rise … nihilism, political correctness, Comet and Aum cults, feminism, abortion even at nine months, cloning, the debasement of European civilization, the Rock, Satanic and Rap music, all the lies from Madison Avenue, Hollywood sleaze, the Jacobin mentality to remake the world in America’s debased imagine and of course the Global Warming Mandarins (in 1938, millions believed in aliens on Mars, apparently today they are still there causing Mars’ Polar Ice Caps to melt).

Then there are the intelligence meltdowns as our elites can see through their pre-conceived notions, China-Russia-North Korea-Ian-Cuba-South Africa Axis, Ivy League anti-intellectualism, the return to Sodom via gift-givers and bug-chasers, Paris Hilton, the multi-billion dollar sexualization of pre-teens, worship of Alan Greenspan (a nice man who never asked for this “irrational exuberance”) Pentagon perpetual war machine, women in combat, women with little babies in combat, depleted uranium, feel good military where everyone wears the Special Forces beret so “their feelings aren’t hurt,” creative destruction, New World Order, network news of lies, world government, Islamic jihad and open borders.

Then there are the new diseases, revival of old diseases, polluted water and food, turning Allah McBeal into Ally McBeal in the Middle East, the frantic and Satanic busy-ness of daily life inhibiting spiritual growth, kids wearing pajamas to school showing the crack of their rear end and more …

All this while our President drifts further into unreality (the puppeteers must be smiling as he has served them so very well), China has bankrupted us while Beijing and Russia continue to prepare for nuclear war and a radioactive “Year Zero,” and the Congress and the Senate are bought off and paid for … unable to act, save for Ron Paul and that nice Senator from Oklahoma.

We have been abandoned. There are many forms of God’s wrath. The wrath of abandonment (Romans I) is among the worst. All because long ago, the people of Earth demanded a King, unable to follow the cloud by day and the pillar of fire by night.

Samuel cried out to the Lord over what became of Israel under Saul. We all need prayer intercessors. We all need encouragement. We need to seek what is good and what is pure. Yes we will fall and yes we will be called names, sometimes deservedly so, but not in the end. We need to pitch our tent like Abraham and not like Lot. But didn’t Abraham also make a wrong turn in his life? Didn’t Lot compromise? And what of the story about Lot’s daughters? And what of Noah’s sons? All of us are going to be tainted in some way. In the end, the only thing that matters is that we keep on fighting for our souls and “work out your salvation with fear and trembling.”

Beyond that, focus on faith and not fear.

Having an Earthly king was never part of God’s original plan. And the idols have been there since the time of Moses and the golden calf. It’s in our DNA. Yet we can’t take evil and call it good. Look at Saul and the Amelekites. That’s really one of the key stories of the entire Bible, along with Daniel in Iraq and Joseph in Egypt. Call Baal what you want. Call the spirits that drove Nebuchadnezzar what you wish. (Ever wonder where those spirits are today?) According to the Book of Daniel, as human history stretched towards climax, knowledge would increase, many would travel and that the basest of men would come to rule. Daniel also said in spite of all of this, the plans of the transnational elite would not succeed.

I wrote about this in Sailing Noah’s Ark into the Present. My father said it was the best thing that I have ever written. You can find it on Wnd.com

God told Saul to destroy it all … no cattle or booty or slaves. But Saul disobeyed and even made an offering to God from that which God called filthy. Then he blamed it all on the soldiers. And in the end, Saul was slain by an Amelekite. This is what happens when we compromise our morals with evil people and with sin. We’ve all done this. We all will do it in the future. The only thing we can do is to realize we are in a war.

LoBaido’s New Science Fiction Story

It’s a time travel story back to World War II.

A friend like Jules

Moses became angry at the treatment of the Hebrew slaves in Egypt. And in his anger he killed an Egyptian soldier and buried him in the sand. But the wind blew the sand away.

Jesus told his followers that if they “had two coats to sell one and buy a sword.” Yet when Peter cut off the ear of the Roman soldier, Jesus rebuked Peter and healed the soldier’s injury immediately.

Jesus made Saul (the Apostle Paul) go temporarily blind after holding Stephen’s coat while that saint was stoned to death. (Yes, by rocks). Later Paul caused the wicked man in Cyprus to go blind. The same power Jesus used on Saul, Paul was able to use on others.

We all have been walking blind at various times in our lives. I think of that blind beggar I met in La Antigua, Guatemala. (Chico, and his photo is on this Blog, along with that story).

I keep running into Christine, a blind girl I have met again and again. She has this friend, Jules, who is always at her side. The other day there was pouring rain outside and I saw Christine and Jules.

Jules (who is not blind) said to Christine, “I keep telling you, you have to cover up (such and such) because it’s cold outside and you can get sick.

I had to turn away, because I almost started to cry. Why? Because Jules is always at Christine’s side, always helping her, always … there … Erin and Anthony may be very popular and we know everyone (as Drew once said) and everyone like us (or so it seems) but Erin and Anthony, in fact, no one, has a friend like Jules.

So whenever we become angry, let us remember the story of Moses and the Egyptian soldier. Let us remember the Widow’s Mite. Let us remember, “Blessed are the pure of heart, for they shall see God.” But not just someday … every day. Let us remember Peter being crucified upside down, rather that remember him wielding the sword before cowering in front of a little servant girl.

Let us rather value kindness and courage. Let us value what Jules and Christine share, Agape love. No one remembers the name of that Pharaoh. But we all remember Moses, the adopted little baby, who came floating down that river in a basket, who turned his back on wealth and power to serve his people, who needed him, who mastered his temper, who confronted evil, who had faith, who showed the way out of idolatry, who saw the face of God and showed every human since ten ways to live in holiness.

The other day and I was covered with pouring water I had a dream. In the dream I saw angels fighting with swords, like in The Robe and Gladiator. And I saw an angel holding one sword in particular. It was beautiful and perfect and pure. I knew better than to ask that angel to hand me that sword. Yet I felt that angel whisper in my ear, “Not yet Anthony, but someday, perhaps one day soon … that depends on you.”

To Appear on a Pier in Belize

One morning I woke up while living on Ambergris Caye I was so sure that I was going to die on this day. It had been raining for many days, even weeks and I wanted to go for a swim. I walked to the end of a pier but did not get in the water because it was too cold. And then about 30 seconds later, two sharks swam out from under the pier. They were Tiger Sharks, not Nurse Sharks.

I was so upset. I wrote an email after this to Jennifer Lynne, my Miss San Diego friend, and she wrote back, “Anthony, the devil is a liar. See you were sure you were going to die today but you didn’t.”

“The Angel of the Lord encamps around those who fear Him, and He delivers them.”

-- Psalm 34:8

LoBaido in Botswana

I took this photo in Botswana. It shows an elephant engaging in a mock charge

My Beautiful Mother Viola

Narniaville Chronicles

This was originally posted in late February of 2007

Your love is like a roller coaster baby, baby, I wanna ride!

Saturday night was a strange night. Actually, considering how it ended, it started sanely enough. Actually it began beautifully with 5 p.m. Mass at St. Louis’ Cathedral Basilica, the most incredible Church I have ever seen. It cannot be described. The architecture and the murals dwarf the Parliament in London. I wanted to go to Church in the worst way because of the horrible nightmare I had about the Tsunami waves on Fire Island, N.Y., on Friday night. I was still very, very upset by that dream.

While at Mass I imagined two nuns asking Dora the Explorer, “Are those seats saved?”

And then Erin replying, “No, they’re going to hell.”

Hell …later that night I found myself walking up the road in Ladue with blood streaming down my face. Blood was all over both of my hands. It was warm and sticky. I looked like a painted up American Indian, I’d bet. I only saw it later, all caked up. I also received a pretty severe concussion. I only slept two hours, but on Sunday morning I took a shower and watched all of that blood flow down the drain. I managed to do my laundry. There was blood on my clothes and my North Pole ski jacket was ruined (I had bought it in the Himalayas but I never really liked it that much. The liner I had bought in South Africa.

My special wolf blanket (I bought it at the Tee Pee on the way to Branson, Mo. after wiping the puke off of the face of a very dear and drunken friend) also needed to be washed.

I had the chance to talk to KK that night for about two minutes. She is in Seattle and doing just fine. Her interview with the engineering firm went well. Of course I had a concussion so I don’t remember much about what we talked about. I think we only talked for like two minutes. She could tell something was very wrong. Then I passed out for a while. I thought I was going to die. (Remember the nightmare about the Tsunami wave, and how while I was in Guatemala in January I kept thinking I would get a severe injury to my head?)

On Sunday afternoon I received the medical attention I needed. I then took some medicine and ate a spicy tuna wrap and some potato chips. I was told not to sleep so I read and studied about the human genome in National Geographic. I learned so much. I am always creating media and I don’t consume much of it.

Since it was a Sunday I listened to some CD’s from Numbers 11. The lesson spoke about how the Hebrew remnant fleeing the Pharaoh and Egypt gathered and ate the quail in the wrong way and encountered a plague (consider GE/GM foods today, not praying before meals, which is something I grew up with but have fallen away from), found the manna on a daily basis (meaning “what is it?”), the fire that emerged outside the camp and how they had been following the pillar of fire by day and the cloud by night.

I also thought about how life changed since my grandparents days; plowing a field, wood fires, looking up at the stars, vs. the grocery store/GE foods, modern heating and looking around at “the world.”

I guess the lessons are that God will deliver us from bondage and that He will sustain us His way … and that God has human attributes as well. Those who are unthankful anger God. Fireworks obscure the stars, man’s show is over fast … and the eternal one’s show continues.

I took my medicine at 6:30 p.m. and then 11:00 p.m. I slept in between that time. My friends called me every few hours to get me up, because you are not supposed to sleep for long, long periods of time with a severe concussion. Erin called at about 11:45 p.m. I was so out of it … But then I got up … I inspected my stitches and the bandage on my head. The bruises and lumps were really coming up … my hair had to be cut away around one of the wounds. She said she would take me to the hospital if need be.

At midnight I made spaghetti with olive oil and garlic, crushed red pepper and Parmesan cheese. It was pretty good but I only ate a little bit. I drank some lemonade and ate hummus. Then I looked through all of my photographs from around the world. I have been told many of them look like postcards, which is always nice to hear wen you on an almost daily basis you are told that you are “a washed up loser.” I have divided up my photos into different categories: People from Around the World, Sunsets, Belize, Mayan World, Mexico, Guatemala, Central America, Africa, Southeast Asia and Nepal and the Middle East.

There are still so many I have in storage: Europe and Denmark, Armenia (Ani) and other places, like Lebanon. Amazing stuff. I never really went through all of it.

That done, it was time to watch the Oscars … no surprises there …

(Keep in mind I don’t own a television)

Best Picture: Anthony’s tennis skit from the ESL TV show in South Korea

Best Special Effects: Erin’s Snot Rocket

Skinniest Little Baby: LoBaido, Anthony C.

Best Horror Movie: Saturday Night in Ladue

Best Quotes of the Weekend

“You were very brave.”

“It’s Ellen. L-l-l-l-Ellen!”

(See the Vietnamese cooks for details as in, “Ha-row, Erin.”)

“Did you know I was a drunk whore?”

“Did you know I was a washed up loser?”

“Is this an Anthony rule or a “we” rule?”

“You are (a) bear … Roarrrrrr!”

“Wow that is a great toaster!”

Conversation of the Weekend

Person I: “Can you imagine me walking down the street in Ladue with blood all over my face and hands, like in a Halloween movie?”

Person II: “Anthony, you should have called me. I’m great in a crisis … like when my brother caught on fire … from the marshmallow. My mother said, ‘Wow, you’re pretty good at putting him out!’”

And everyone was like “Nooooo!” and so then everybody had to run away.

Can anyone deliver dialogue that isn’t hysterical? Erin says I need to carry a pen and a notepad around to write down the funny things she says. But she’s so outrageous you actually would wind up writing down the normal things. (Few and far between.) KK has commented on “what characters you (we) all are.” It ain’t Ozzie and Harriett, that’s for sure. I think its time to consider a reality series could be based on LoBaido, Anthony C.’s crazy life. We are indeed a “bunch of characters.”

Ultimate Quote of the Weekend

“When I win an Oscar for Best Screenplay for The Last Quatrain I promise I won’t hit you in the head with it.”

Post Script

I worked on my angels book on Sunday night from about 12:30 p.m. CST to 1:45 a.m. I am usually asleep at that time. I was in bed on Friday night by 8 p.m. (Wild Anthony!), and by 6 p.m. on Sunday night. I made some headway, even though my head got in the way, ha, ha. I had only been working on the TV/Internet/Mobile pilot for the past few weeks, even though it “sucks” and “I am a washed up loser.” When I finish it I think I will watch it on a 14” screen, because that’s so classy and decent! (Subtle, clever remark.)

Monday Morning

I woke up at 7 a.m. I drank a cup of tea and ate some toast, just to go with my medicine. I made the toast in my US$ 80 toaster! (Thank you Ker Ber!) I felt okay for about an hour and a half. Then my head started to hurt so badly I could barely sit up.

I had a very bad hour from 9 a.m. till 10 a.m. but then I started working on the changes (many changes) for my TV/Internet/Mobile pilot … and ate some spaghetti. At 11 a.m. I had an interview for a great position … and I continued to log and build the orphanage story … I am feeling very cold, but all-in-all, I’m okay.

I had lunch at the Chinese place, even though I am not supposed to. Jenny was there. Little Jenny, she must be about 15 months or so. She is so cute, a little Vietnamese girl with pigtails. She wears pink usually and has these little sneakers with lights in them. She runs around and melts the hearts of everyone.

On my way out of the restaurant one of the cooks said to me, “Hey Anthony, don’t forget to say Ha-row to Erin. (Keep in mind she told him her name was “Ellen.”)

Then he added, “And tell Erin that The Avon Lady was here for lunch. She wanted to give Erin the ski report on her face … three inches of base and two inches of fresh powder … Ha!”

The Tsunami Plan

The Tsunami Plan

For many, many years I dreamed of a giant wave … I would be standing on the beach unable to run away. These dreamed started in the late 1980’s … and continued on and off … and then on the day after Christmas of 2004 (after I climbed the volcano in Guatemala with Hoffie, Bianca, the Israeli soldiers and others) the Asian Tsunami hit off of Thailand.

What was also very strange is that Hoffie and Bianca and I were all on the same island in Thailand for Y2K … and we met again out of the blue in La Antigua, Guatemala on a street corner … and we had the best Christmas Eve together, eating at Las Palmas … I mapped out their trip through Lago Atitlan, Tikal and other places to the nth degree. In return, Bianca told me about Tulum, I the Yucatan, and Sonya and I went there eventually. It was incredible.

Last night I had a horrible nightmare. I was on the beach at Fire Island. I had just been there on my birthday and the wind and the cold were mind boggling. It was the closest conditions to Antarctica I had ever seen. The cold and the wind were unimaginable. In this dream I was standing on the beach with two other people … or maybe more. Then a series of giant waves came up off the Atlantic Ocean. About seven in a long row. They dwarfed the giant curling waves you see off of Hawaii. I have seen the ocean off of Australia (the Pacific is bigger than the Atlantic of course) but I have never even imagined such waves. They were about 80 feet high. I was absolutely terrified in the dream. As these waves reached their apex three 747s flew over and the waves were in the background. I tried to photograph this, and I framed the shot with my hands and realized that my camera was not in my hands.

I thought, “Where is my camera?”

Stupid Anthony, then I noticed that the other people were off and running from the beach. Of course Fire Island is an island and on the north side is the Inlet and beyond that the Great South Bay. (Once the clam capital of the world, before the Bergen Point human waste debacle ruined the bay). As I ran, the waves behind me broke and began to overtake me. But then smaller waves and a wall of water rushed in from the Inlet. I was caught up in the wave and tried to swim.

I thought of having heard of some kind of emergency information, “What to do if you are caught in a Tsunami wave,” like the Emergency Broadcast Channel we had vis-à-vis the old Soviet Union and nuclear war when I was a little boy. (Today Russia and China are modernizing their nuclear forces and building massive underground shelters while we continue to send Russia foreign aid and China has bankrupted America via the Great Wall of China Mart and owning much of our foreign debt. Why aren’t any members of the U.S. Senate and Congress telling us about this? Where is Tom Brokaw and the rest of the idiot media whores? Spiritually drunk on the Spirit of Babylon, as I myself have been more than I would like to admit. Realism is not negativity. It’s the only true optimism.

I realized that I was going to die and I said to the Lord, “I am sorry for all my sins. I want to enter your Kingdom, please forgive me for all the wrong things I have done.”

I woke up at about 5 a.m. I was in bed by 8 p.m. on a Friday night no less. But it was a fitful sleep. I went back to sleep till about 7 a.m. During that time I had another wave dream.

In this second dream I was on Isla Mujeres in Mexico, standing on the top floor of a hotel. I was watching the waves in the Gulf of Mexico, which were starting to flood up to the top floor of the hotel. This dream wasn’t terrifying or even scary. I just accepted it.

Again, the sequence of the planes flying overhead with the giant waves in the background, it didn’t seem like a dream, more like a vision. I don’t know if there will be more Tsunamis. I have read that off of the Azores there is a seismic scenario which could send a Tsunami wave over the entire East Coast of the United States.

More likely the dream was a personal warning … and I am deeply troubled … and exhausted beyond belief … my TV/Internet/Mobile pilot has been on my mind since mid-November, and now I am almost at the end of it … Rachel is about ready to kill me … but still, it’s going to be very, very special. I just wish my parents were alive to see it, but I’ve decided to dedicate it to them … and that part is already done. That’s why I went to New York for my birthday, to get old 8 mm footage of them dancing at an engagement party.

A few final thoughts on the Asian Tsunami. In Aceh Province in Sumatra, the Muslims have severely persecuted the Christians and in one case, drove the Christians up into the center of the island. When the wave hit, one congregation survived, because they did not resist the Muslims. They knew they have no place in this world. “My Kingdom is NOT of this world.” Because they were humble, they fled and survived. The Muslims who stayed behind in triumph, well, they died. (Of course many Muslims would have been content to let the Christians in Sumatra have their little church, we are talking extremism here. I had a Muslim friend in Belize from Lebanon who owned a big grocery store. He told me, “Anthony I have Christian friends and they are kind and loving and good people. In Lebanon I would tell them things I wouldn’t tell any Muslim.)

Second thought: If the Asian Tsunami was a judgment against wickedness, let’s say people who hurt children in Thailand … after the Tsunami hit, MORE children were hurt, because the predators were enabled as many of their parents had been killed. That’s how sick the world is. People are not going to repent, no matter how many so-called judgments (from God, nature, both, meaningful ones or unrelated natural events) unfold in the coming years.

Madrid, 9-11, 7-7, Bali, Iraq/Afghanistan debacles, exploding Space Shuttles, Terry Schiavo, China and Russia resurgent, America disintegrating before our very eyes, the rise of Big Pharma, the rise of the occult, Madison Avenue manipulation, Wall Street greed, debt, elements of the Nazi agenda in full view, the Big Media unwilling to tell the truth, our stress levels, the dumbing down of the public schools, (not all public schools are bad and Catholic and private schools don’t guarantee good morals) women trying to be men, men acting like women (complete with earrings) erosion of the U.S. Constitution, wicked leaders, violent video games, a loss of respect for family, nation, race, religion and tradition to the four corners of the Earth, cruelty to animals, internet pornography and other seemingly unrelated events all have something in common.

The rotation of the Earth’s speed has been altered. Therefore time and evolution are now called into question. Gravity is changing, as things fall apart. There was a starquake in outer space right after the Tsunami that released unimaginable energy. (I wrote about this on Wnd.com). Things are moving faster and faster. Events continue to pile up. Europe is dying. Islam is rising, along again with China and Russia and India. Those four elements united will replace the U.S. in running the world, probably within 20 years or less. We are being bankrupted by China and the war in Iraq/Afghanistan.

Truly we are being washed over … did you know that over 7000 cases of leprosy have been reported in New England alone? And you can’t run away. I know, I’ve lived and worked and traveled to the four corners of the Earth. And if you think you can run away to a country like Guatemala and find old style Catholic values think again. It is a country steeped in Mayan ritual, human sacrifice, contract murder and every type of abuse imaginable. Again, there is no where to run, except to seek purity in your own soul.

And there is no Charlemagne, no Charles Martel to save us in our own countries of the West. Instead we have Hillary Clinton, who along with her “husband” worked to keep partial birth abortion legal, at nine months on the day of delivery … this by using his veto power, not once but TWICE while President. Whoever adores these evil people are deceiving themselves. Hillary is now positioning herself to the right, even on abortion, but I think we all know what she really is. That said, it would be better to spend time on my own sins, than anyone else’s. But if we love God we will hate evil. First there is the evil to contend with in our own lives, but it does no harm to understand the big picture and discern the times. Nothing anyone else does can save our souls. It’s strange, I used to care so much about Hillary and Major League baseball and other idols, and now I don’t care at all. My transformation as a man since my parents died defies wording in some respects. It’s not important to be better than anyone else I life, it’s important to be better than you yourself were. It’s my flesh and my conscience vs. God’s righteous ways.

All normal people, gay, black, Mexican, white, Puerto Rican … Chinese, whatever, must realize that it is now “the decent vs. the indecent.” The government, the politicians, the churches, they can’t save us now … things are way too far gone. We’ve been sold out to the globalists bit by bit, and we are not the only nation sold out. (Australia is another).

We are now being invaded and overrun as world government and the Tower of Babel and the agenda of the transnational elite and Woodstock Generation take hold. Just look around at the hell they have created for us. It is the fat, lazy, ordinary white Christian who is in for the biggest wakeup call when the USA turns into another Mexico or South Africa. Our children wear pajamas to school. To voodoo, Mardi Gras sewer of New Orleans (true there are many good people there, black and white and others) was destroyed by Katrina and the Mexican Army had to intervene in that city. Our universities are the main insertion point of Marxism. The courts are taking away our rights. Our jobs are being sent overseas, along with our money. Everyone has a cell phone but just try to have an even semi-intelligent conversation with someone. And just try to fight against the transnational elite’s agenda.

Conservatives and Christians have been deceived by Bush Jr. and many liberals now not only don’t want to be challenged, they don’t even want to be questioned about things like so-called Global Warming or even partial birth abortion. There is nothing more pathetic than a Republican, and nothing for intolerant than a liberal.

Of course as the Earth peels apart under the weight of sin, and nature continues to groan, both liberals and conservatives are going to undergo some radical transformations in every sense, mentally, emotionally, spiritually and physically.

No matter what, as KK told me, “Anthony, never forget, life is beautiful.” This is true. And we know that God is always in control of the macro and of the micro. As I have noted, look at a DNA Double Helix and then pictures taken by the Hubble Telescope of forming galaxies. They are in some cases IDENTICAL. There is a plan.

Consider that not long ago they found a Canadian goose with a broken wing walking south on a highway in Wisconsin. Why not East or West or back North? It’s because God said “Go south.” It’s in its DNA. Our destiny is a bit more complex, as a Canadian goose does not have free will as we do. We are free to think, and to know and to understand an to live in reality. As my friend Bonni said, if you read the Old Testament from front to back you see that God always has a plan. And you’d better find that plan and walk in it.

Related Articles

I Dreamed of the Tsunami
http://www.sierratimes.com/05/01/03/lobaido.htm
We Are the Wave: The Mask of Tsunami Aid
http://www.sierratimes.com/05/01/06/lobaido.htm

Related Materials

Consider renting Ancient Prophecies and New Visions of the Future, both produced by NBC around the millennium. Narrated by David McCallum, they are very inclusive and can be enjoyed by secular people, Christians, Jews, Muslims, Orthodox, Evangelicals and just about everyone interested in the times we live in.

FBI Computer Crime Division

All cyber criminals leave electronic footprints. They lie, they are cowards, true losers, gutless frauds with no present or future ... and they can't hide behind the internet forever. Family members are found, criminal evidence for charges is collected and lawyers and lawsuits can deliver big money for carrying slander and lies on line.

If you have any information on such activities, please call me, Anthony at 314 412 6738 here in St. Louis, Mo. (It's close to Narniaville if you look on the map!)